Mr Happy Songtext

von Bob Schneider

I know a man they call Mr. Happy
He's always smilin there's nobody laughing
Living in a world where there ain't no pain
Living in a world where there ain't no pain
Everybody wants to be like Mr. Happy
Cause everybody wants to feel allright
Cause when you get to the end of the line
You might find the answers that you're looking for
The answers that you get are the ones that you can't forget
Cause the past is set in stone
Or you can live in a hole lose your mind lose your soul
And forever lock the door
I gotta tell you what I'm lookin for
Ain't nobody right ain't nobody wrong
Mr. Happy keep smilin all night long
Trouble outta mind is outta sight
Everybody wants to be Mr. happy tonight
Everybody wants to be Mr. happy
Cause everybody wants to be all right
Throw yourself into the sea of desire
Set your weary soul on fire
You know you can be living in a world where there ain't no pain
Living in a world where there ain't no pain
Everybody wants to be like Mr. Happy
Cause everybody wants to feel allright
Cause when you get to the end of the line
You might find the answers that you're looking for
The answers that you get are the ones that you can't forget
Cause the past is set in stone
Or you can live in a hole lose your mind lose your soul
And forever lock the door
I gotta tell you what I'm lookin for
Ain't nobody right ain't nobody wrong
Mr. Happy keep smilin all night long
Trouble outta mind is outta sight
Everybody wants to be Mr. Happy tonight
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Mr. Hyde
©1990 shockorama music pub. / music & lyrics by Bob Schneider
Introductions were made at the age of fifteen
By a suicidal prophet in a halcyon limousine
Fueled by the agents that help us slow down the ride
I'll took a shotgun position across from Mr. Hyde
Cooling out in the bloodshot blaze of the summer sun
Out to give this life a chance and have me a little fun
Whoever told the truth they told the truth when they lied
When you're a walking approximation of Mr. Hyde
Now I'm rolling through town in that self same limousine
With a couple of coked up beauties that I ain't never seen
Oh I feel like I'm on a roll
Hyde's doing the talking and I'm outta control
Rice paper walking my way to the top of the pile
In a see through world full of cellophane smiles
And what I have learned in ten thousand days
There's no way out of this fucking maze
And life is much harder than I thought it would be
Than when I first heard it explained to me
When the questions were all simple and all cut and dried
And they're weren't no talking about ole Mr. Hyde
Cause now they wanna come into my house cut off my hair
Tell me what to do and tell me what to wear
Come up to me and say they'll fill my needs
And then watch me bleed
And so I'm getting sick and tired of the whole damn system
Line the greedy motherfuckers up and then I'll cold fist 'em
Fueled by the agents that help us slow down the ride
I'll take a shotgun position till the day I die
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Mr. Invisible
Lyrics by Bob Schneider
He's painted in the corner
He's walking through a dream
His lips don't move a muscle
But every time he screams
His hands aren't covered in blood
His clothes they do not shine
And everyone agrees
He must be left behind
And though you cannot see him
He's right before your eyes
He's dancing through your castle
He sees right through your lies
And everytime he screams
His hands aren't covered in blood
His clothes they do not shine
His words are mixed with mud
But everyone agrees
And everyone is blind
But everyone agrees
He must be left behind
The angels do not notice
The snake does not pursue
When you look in the mirror
He looks a lot like you
And everytime he screams
His hands aren't covered in blood
His clothes they do not shine
His words are mixed with mud
And everyone agrees
And everyone is high
And everyone agrees
He must be left behind
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Mr. Swingle
By Bob Schneider
Mr. Swingle started a mutant farm in Ohio back in June
He said, "I ain't the barnacle of love, but then I never dug the moon.
I ain't as handsome as I'd like but then I'm not really that bad."
He traded the rollerblades for the couch and locked himself in his pad.
And there's no one that alone
There's no one that's more blue
There's no one quite as miserable as me or you
No there's no one that's more desperate
There's no one who's more sad
No there's no one in this world that's ever felt this bad
I'm gonna go riding on the moon
And I won't be coming back anytime soon
I'm gonna go flying through the sky
And I won't be coming back down until the day I die
Mr. Swingle got a golf course sweatshop angle kind of game going
And made his self a million over there in Europe showing
Every fat cat crazy banker bro and sucker side of Texas
To part quickly with their hard earned affording him many colored Lexus
Mr. Swingle stole the sun from out under old mighty Zeus
And didn't hesitate to rock the orpheum crowd their of their juice
In his little heart he felt a painful sighing he'd ignore
But everyday got quite a little worse for wear then one before
Mr. Swingle had it all one day he knew it then and there
There was nothing left to steal or borrow nothing left to share
And he felt like going crazy and he left his hat right on
As that shotgun took him to valhalla on that fine tooth morn
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Mr. X
©1991 shockorama music pub. / lyrics & melody by Bob Schneider
This is the story of a man
This is the story of a mysterious man
This is the story of love murder and sex
This is the story of the mysterious Mr. X
Walking down the street one day
What could I do and what could I say
When I saw him sitting in a corner
I knew he was a player and I knew he was a baller
With a uzi tucked down into his pocket
With a heart made of stone and a temper like a rocket
Yeah you never what you can expect
From the mysterious Mr. X
This is the story of a man
This is the story of a mysterious man
This is the story of love murder and sex
This is the story of the mysterious Mr. X
I know you hear the story bout Leroy brown
They say he was the baddest mother fucker around
They say the motherfucker was tough
But I say not fucking tough enough
Because he'll take out twenty homies with his hands
He's got powerful fingers something's wrong with his glands
And I never know what to expect
With the mysterious Mr. X
The mysterious Mr. X
So mysterious Mr. X
Walking down his block by the grocery store
Yeah I guess I couldn't find what I was looking for
When he walked on in through the out door
I heard a boom boom boom and the thunder of the room
Yeah I didn't know what to expect
From the mysterious x
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Mrs. Serious Business
©1998 shockorama music pub. / music & lyrics by Bob Schneider
Cocaine & cracker jacks
Mad money by the stacks
Sleeping with the dogs
Mac daddy mob boss
Mr. Bad ass fuck the cost
Hiding out in the fog
Mrs. Sure shot hide away
Massive alien death ray
Mental mescal crossbones into the night
Stretched out & rock steady
Everybody in the like freddy
Phone taps on theys snowcones out o sight
Mrs. Serious business be sleepin on the wrong side of the law
(jam on girl)
This is serious business now don't you tell your mom & your pa
(you go girl)
High stakes and fake dice
Bad hair and worse advice
Puerto Rican drop top lounge chair ride
Bent kneed and toed down
Chin straight and throwed round
Cut loose and strangled and hangin on tight
Half crazed and shell shocked
Weak kneed and cock blocked
Ain't no crybaby tell me what you say'd
Brain gong all gone
Game over went wrong
Man you look awful you're gonna wind up dead
Ant farm snake charm
Gravy babe on my arm
Rat pack ankle bite bad news purple bruise
Spit shot and taped nut
And super spindel rot gut
Just cut loose and hang tight you got everything to lose
Knocked out and dragged in
Good tooth in the Vatican
Bad gin and triplesec and disco every night
Criminals & high rollers
Bags of dope in baby strollers
Fifty dollar tips and everybody's so uptight
Finer than frog's hair
Wild as a nightmare
Heart as big as the rainbow sun
Moon in her pocket
Got all the stars in her rocket
Those were the days but now those days is done
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My Pussy Hurts Real Bad
©1998 shockorama music pub. / lyrics by Bob Schneider
When I was a boy
You know I used to say
You know I don't wanna
Go to school today
And the excuse I used
To always tell my dad
Is my pussy hurts real bad
Oh my pussy hurts real bad
It sure ain't funny and it makes me mad
Cause its the best damn pussy that I ever had
But my pussy hurts real bad
My girlfriend
Wanted to do some fucking
And I would'a if I could'a
Cause she's so good looking
I said I had to pass
And she sure got mad
When I said my pussy hurts real bad
Now sometimes I think that my girlfriend
Might just be a lesbian
Cause when we're all alone at night
She makes my pussy feel just right
Now some people they might say
That they don't like a man to talk this way
If you're gonna talk about your dick then hey
Pussy's no good but vagina's o.k.
So my vagina hurts real bad...
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Mystery Bus
©1989 shockorama music pub. / lyrics & melody by Bob Schneider
Take a look around you tell me what do you see
May look familiar but it don't make much sense to me
Take a look around you tell what do you find
Lots of questions but the answers're harder to come by
And the world keeps turning
And the world keeps turning
And the world keeps turning round and round your head
Riding on a mystery bus
Life ain't nothing but a mystery
Got to get around got to get around
Everybody got to get around
Got to get around got to get around
Everybody got to get around
And the world keeps turning
And the world keeps turning
And the world keeps turning round and round your head
Riding on a mystery bus
Life ain't nothing but a mystery
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Mystery Date
Lyrics by Bob Schneider
Mystery date
My mystery date
I don't know your name girl
But I know my semen is gone
Mystery date
Sweet mystery date
Can you run to the store
And buy me some gatorade
My mystery date
Sweet mystery date
Did we meet at the black cat
Or the coppertank
I'm sure I'll remember
But right now I'm drawing a blank
Mystery date
My mystery date
You know I love you but please
Take your stinky panties
And get out of my apartment
Don't ever ever teeth my penis
You wrinkled stinky genius
Mystery date
Sweet mystery date
I know it sounds lame
That I don't know your name
And you're not to blame
So don't be ashamed
(it's driving me insane)
My mystery date